For the last hour and a half I've been telling myself how impressive it is that I'm up - being that with jet lag my body feels like it's three hours later than it really is. Don't worry, Internet, I just figured out that I'm actually quite unimpressive. See, when you move from the west coast to the east coast you lose three hours - not gain them. This means that I shouldn't be tired, at all. Not even a little bit. Staying up 'til nine is nothing to be proud of (no offense, dad). I've been busy, though, editing away on Andrew's pictures. Remember when I said cool boys intimidated me? Andrew scored three touchdowns and made roughly a hundred tackles in last weekend's season opener. This makes him the epitome of coolness and may or may not have totally mortified me. How was I supposed to take pictures that reflected the cool that oozed from his veins?! In order to prepare I called Colton from Andrew's driveway and asked for a pep talk (no joke). I can't remember an ounce of what Cole said but somehow he managed to get me out of the car, off the phone, and into Andrew's house. I was tempted to play the Space Jams mix from my high school basketball warm ups, but sadly it never made it to my iPod. Maybe that's for the better...